Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“What’s on your mind? I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Marcus wore an impish smile as he handed Millie a mysterious package, which was wrapped in a black plastic bag. He spoke in hushed tones.

“Quick, slip into it. It’s the only thing they had in the store,”

Marcus urged.

Perplexed, Millie took the bag and pinched its contents, immediately realizing that it contained menstrual sanitary products. A sense of embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she believed Marcus might have devious intentions moments ago.

However, to her astonishment, Marcus had bought these for her. She couldn’t help but feel that he must have been deeply embarrassed making such a purchase. The tips of her ears turned pink in response. From NôvelDrama.Org.

In a low, reassuring tone, he whispered into her ear, “Go change.

Don’t just stand there.”

Thinking of her well-being, Marcus surmised that Millie might be nervous with him around. He decided to give her some privacy and left the room.

In this remote location, far from any convenience store, Marcus had to trek five kilometers to the village to purchase these essentials for Millie.

The female store clerk had gazed at him in wide-eyed amazement.

Nonetheless, he endured the strange glances for the sake of his beloved.

Back in the room, Millie opened the bag, only to find that even the packaging was pink. The items within were soft, lightweight, and comfortable. Heeding Marcus’s advice, she withdrew one of the products and headed to the bathroom to make a quick change.

She considered the possibility that she might experience heavy bleeding later on.

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However, Millie couldn’t help but notice that something was peculiar.

Typically, her menstrual flow was heavier at the outset.

She finished changing in the bathroom and washed her hands.

She returned to find the old woman coming out of the kitchen. With a warm smile, the old woman pointed at a wooden barrel in the hallway.

“Miss, look, this is the fish my son caught yesterday. Since you’re here today, I’ll make boiled fish for you.”

Millie stepped forward and intervened as the old woman began to move.

“No need to trouble yourself. You can keep the fish for yourself. We can manage with something simpler.”

Recognizing the hour was well past noon, they needed to eat something, but they were also conscious of not taking advantage. They would leave money behind when they departed.

The old woman, however, insisted on cooking the fish and warmly invited them to partake in the meal. She was genuinely glad for the company.

“I’m mostly alone in this house, with hardly anyone to talk to. Your youthfulness adds a bit of life to this place, and I welcome it.”